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She clutched me, panting and nervous. “I’m his. I belong to him.” I nodded, forcing her back toward the bed. “Say it again.” I dived into her neck, biting the skin there. “I belong to him.” She moaned, letting her head fall back. “I’ll never be yours. I hate you.” “But you want me.”
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